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Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: The Hotel ---> Riley's Car
Tuesday chuckled a bit. "I know, took going to prison for me to get a sense of humor," she added, teasing herself. Riley was already raring and ready to go out of the door, and Tuesday quietly assembled her purse, feeling around for anything she could smoke later. Coming up empty, she let out a sigh. Being high would certainly help with the tensions of the picnic, though she supposed that someone there would either still deal or be into dealing. Grabbing her phone, Tuesday grimaced a bit. She had three missed calls. It didn't take her long to recognize the number. One of the girls back in California must have needed something, but they could wait. Shoving the phone back in her purse, she glanced up, just in time to see Cynthia break the brush.
"You're already smoking hot," Tuesday grinned, grabbing her own brush and a few hair ties. "Here, I got you." Carefully untangling Cynthia's matted hair, she extracted the brush, tossing it onto the bed behind her. Tuesday's brush was one she got at a salon, designed for wet hair. Her hair always tangled and she found that only this super-brush could do the trick. Running it through Cynthia's hair, Tuesday held the roots of it, in order to minimize the pain of detangling.
"There..." Tuesday paused, before starting on a french braid. She had had plenty of time to practice braiding hair in solitary. "Does Chris still film everyone at these things?" Tuesday asked. She remembered him, president of the AV club back in high school. She always expected that he'd become the next director for Marvel. Funny how life turned out.
Finishing her job, Tuesday stepped back a bit, admiring it. "Youah look gorgeous, doll face~" Tuesday joked, twisting her face up slightly in her absolutely wretched impression. Holding the door open for Cynthia, she let out head out first, before joining Riley in the elevator. The entire time, she couldn't help but expect them to bump into someone they knew, but the coast appeared to be clear for the moment. Once out of the elevator and into the car, Tuesday took a seat in the back. She figured Cynthia would enjoy riding shotgun.
Édouard Riviere
Location: Crash Site in Arnco Mills, Georgia ---> On the Move!
Édouard raised an eyebrow, seeing the puzzled and slightly disgusted reactions the two women had to his thanks. Did they not faire la bise in America? Suddenly, an altercation he had with a flight attendant began to make a lot more sense. And then the altercation with the botanist at the museum. And with the security guard. His eyes widened slightly. This, this was a desolate cultural wasteland! It would be up to him, then, to teach les pauvres how to live properly! Emboldened by his French national pride, Édouard stood a little bit straighter. He had a mission.
"Je vous apprendrai!" Édouard promised, a boyish smile on his face. He pouted slightly at the attention was diverted from himself, and onto Svetlana. Didn't they see how hurt he was? His pouting expression changed into a frown, as he began to let out little whimpers, rubbing his leg. "C'est mal!" Édouard insisted, looking at the redhead with the eyes of a wounded puppy.
It didn't seem to work. Once again put out, Édouard mumbled something under his breath about Svetlana still needing a haircut desperately. Taking a few steps forward, he began to follow Svetlana. However, the soreness in his leg took him by surprise. His eyes widened as he stumbled forward almost, catching himself just in time to grab onto Svetlana for support. With his eyes closed, Édouard couldn't help but hope he'd grabbed her shoulder.
The Russian woman didn't seem to be one to trifle with.
"Désolé," Édouard muttered.
JaTi
Location: Building F ---> The Mess Hall
Brushing his teeth, Jack hummed his ABC's to himself. The old trick had kept his mother from having to take him to the dentist for expensive cavity treatments, saving the household a fair portion of money. He was even the kid that liked to floss. Finishing up, Jack found his love in the living room of sorts, the Monopoly game already set up.
"You okay, solovey?" Jack asked, ruffling up his hair as he entered the room. She looked skittish to him--well, to be fair, she always looked skittish....But more skittish than was usual. His paranoia got the best of him, and he glanced around the room, waiting to see a pile of dead flesh on the ground and a knife wound through its skull. Thankfully, there was nothing there. "Somethin' happen?"
Tatiana sat there biting her thumb nail as Jack came in, wondering what would happen if anything that night. His voice not so much breaking her out of her daze but how he addressed her. Her hand dropping as she smiled over too him and shook her head. "Nyet, nothing happen," she said as she leaned back a bit and tucked her feet under herself. Biting her bottom lip slightly she looked down, picking at her nail bed a little. "I look... only one bed," she added, a bit of nervousness to her voice.
"Oh," Jack said, pausing. Nodding his head, he glanced over at the couch. It'd give him a wicked back pain, that was for sure. However, the ground seemed to be clean enough. Pull out a few of the couch cushions, and he could make a makeshift mattress down there. "I call dibs on the flooh," Jack said simply, before sitting down on the couch, as if it was hardly a big deal. If Tatiana wasn't comfortable sharing a bed, he could live with that. Self-sacrificing was in his nature, it was part of who he was. Sure, the floor with cushions wouldn't be the best for getting a good night's sleep...but if it made Tatiana feel better, it'd be worth it.
Looking over at him as he sat down, she let out a flittering laugh and shaking her head. She hadn't thought about him sleeping on the floor, it hadn't even crossed her mind. Now that it was out there, she wouldn't even consider it. "Nyet," she said in a uncharacteristically stern voice. Reaching out she rested her hand over his, letting her fingers lace with his own. "Ve stay together," she added quietly. It was obvious she was nervous but in the end she would rather be nervous about what could happen than to be apart from him.
Jack nodded, giving her a peck on the cheek. "We won't do anythin' you don't want to do," Jack reassured her, squeezing her hand affectionately. He'd met plenty of pricks who would've have forced girls into doing whatever cruel fantasy they had planned out, the thought of which continued to make him sick. Pressuring anyone only lead to heartbreak and hardship. "So, you wanna play?"
Letting out a bit of a sigh of relief at his words Tatiana inched closed to him and pulled his hand up; kissing his palm softly. "Dank you," she said softly as she rested her head on his shoulder, looking over the board slightly. "Jack, ve have home no'v. Ve safe. I.." she started to say, finding it a bit hard to admit it fully. Sure it had been implied and somewhere in Carrollton was a home with their little display on the wall, but it hadn't been said out right. Taking a deep breath her timid eyes looked over to his. "Love you."
His eyes went wide, not with surprise, but with glee. His mouth widened into a grin so large it hurt, and he almost stumbled over the words himself, so excited to finally be able to say them. In a way, Jack was like a golden retriever--patient, loyal, and easily excitable. "I love you too, Tati. Mohe than you can evah know." Regretting that the knot ring wasn't done, Jack's resolve strengthened more. He'd complete it soon enough.
Letting a overjoyed ragged giggle out Tatiana smiled more brightly than she could ever remember. It nearly pained her as the smile spread across her features and lit up her eyes. Flinging her arms around his neck she couldn't stop the bird like chortles as she hugged him tight. "You best thing ever happen to me, nevah let go," she squealed, half mimicking his speech pattern. It was a pathetic attempt but she didn't care how bad it sounded mixed with her thick Russian accent.
He chuckled, enjoying her attempt at a Boston accent. A slight wave of nostalgia went over him, having not heard that accent in ages from anything beyond his own mouth. It hardly mattered the Russian mix with it. It reminded him of home. Kissing her gently on the lips, he gazed into her eyes, seeing only happiness reflected out of them. "I'm nevah gonna give you up, nevah gonna let you down," Jack promised.
Tatiana's lips pulsed against his and she cooed happily as she sat there gazing into his eyes. The ballerina didn't even realize that she had been Rick Rolled. Resting her brow against his she could only nod, accepting his words as just as pure loving promise. "I knov, I von't either."
Somehow, Jack managed not to chuckle at his successful Rick Roll. He didn't think it'd be easy to explain the entire thing to Tatiana, and it wasn't as if he could show her a YouTube video of it. Instead, he settled for holding her, sighing with content at how blissful life turned out to be. Somewhere, perhaps even near by, people were in trouble and hurting. They'd found a little piece of paradise, a little place of safety and security. They'd found a home.
Curling up against Jack like she had the other night, resting herself in his lap, she just relaxed; enjoying the moment as she closed her eyes. This time though she wasn't hysterical, she was just blissfully happy right then. Her fingers running lightly over the side of his neck as for the first time since they met she was able to breath in the clean scent of him. "No longer refugee."
A slight shiver rushed down Jack's spine at her touch. He nodded a bit at her remarks, almost paralyzed by the sweet feeling of her fingers dancing across his neck. His cheeks turned a deep scarlet, as the entire world outside those four walls seemed to vanish. "Damn straight," Jack replied with a grin. "Maybe we'll even get to pay taxes," he joked warmly.
Tatiana couldn't help but chuckle a bit, taxes; that would be something. Yet it got her to thinking about what she could actually do to help this place. She wanted to do something. As much as it excited her to be able to teach dance on some level she knew that wasn't needed to live, it just made life worth living in her book. She wanted to contribute. Tilting her head back she smiled up at Jack and sighed happily. "Ve play no'v?" she asked gesturing over to the board.
"Don't see why not," Jack replied, grinning hugely, as he scooped up the dice. Letting them fall on the board, the former cop rolled a three and a two, making a combined score of five. Kissing Tatiana's cheek lightly, he handed the dice over to her, so she could determine whether or not she'd be first or second this time.
Blushing softly as she felt his lips she took the dice and let them drop on the board, rolling a one and a three. Looked like Jack was going first again. Shrugging to herself she picked up the dice and handed them back over to him. She enjoyed playing this little board game with him, they had fun together, but right then she just got comfortable leaning back against him in his lap; relaxing fully for the first time in as long as she could remember.
"Lady Luck must love me," Jack joked, seeing that he'd be going first. Rolling the dice once more, this time he ended up with a three. Landing on Baltic avenue, Jack shrugged a bit, not seeing much point in purchasing it. He didn't care much for winning the game, content more to just be there in peace and tranquility with Tatiana. Handing the dice over to her, he winked a bit.
Chuckling a bit to herself she took the dice and rolled, moving her piece ahead of his. Tilting her head back she stuck her tongue out playfully at him. "Not as much as she love me," she taunted as she reached up and tapped the tip of his nose. Looking back at the board she sighed happily as she took the hand he wasn't tossing dice with and wrapped it over her mid section; he was far more comfortable to lean against than stretching out on the sofa.
Jack feigned a pout, intentionally going cross-eyed when Tatiana tapped his nose. Scooping up the dice, he rolled, and this time, it was positively magnificent. The man rolled a ten, moving beyond Tatiana's piece significantly. Sticking his tongue out slightly, he hardly could help himself. "I think she's reconsidahing that love now," Jack teased, purchasing a property without paying too much attention to it.
Smirking a bit Tatiana took the dice and shook them in her hand. "Matter not," she said as she tossed the dice and rolled a five, moving her piece along the board and purchasing the property. "I win, I have Jack," she cooed as she handed him over the dice and got comfortable once again.
Jack paused for a moment, thinking of some sort of goofy retort. Eventually, one came to him. "But you fohget, solovey, I have you," Jack countered, rolling the dice and moving his piece. He couldn't help but stare into her eyes, losing himself in them. If only it was done now... Jack thought to himself, distracted from the game already.
She could only nod to his words, he did have her. She just sat there gazing up into his eyes, her cheeks warming slightly as she thought about how safe she felt right then; funny she felt as safe as she ever had around him. Sure she was more relaxed now but she didn't feel anymore safe. With him she always felt this level of comfort, even when they were out. Reaching up she cupped his cheek softly in her palm. "Da, you do."
He smiled further at her slight blush, and leaned his forehead gently against hers. Letting out a relaxed sigh, Jack rested his eyes for a moment, enjoying the moment for what it was. He didn't expect to find this sort of shelter that morning when they set out from Carrollton, leaving behind the paper trail for Tatiana's friend to follow. "Wanna stay hehe?" Jack asked, beaming at her. They hadn't really discussed it, whether or not they'd remain in Newnan. The question almost felt silly to him to ask, but he had to ask. It was in his nature.
Nearly laughing, Tatiana was about to answer him when suddenly she screamed, "mysh'!!" and jumped out of Jacks lap, right onto the table as she sent their board game crashing to the floor. Pointing over to the corner of the living room as a little grey mouse stopped and looked at her as if she had lost her ever loving mind. Jumping on her tip toes she shuddered, squealing as she did. "Out, get it out!"
At the scream, Jack instantly sprang into action. Getting to his feet, he glanced around the room wildly, waiting to spot the undead son of a bitch interrupting their game. Grabbing his bag, he was prepared to use its slight weight to bash in the head of the thing, only to find...a mouse. Stopping slightly in his tracks, Jack glanced up at Tatiana, down at the mouse, and back up at her again. "....On it!" Jack replied, having shaken off the walker-filled paranoia. Heading over to the front door of the house, Jack opened it up, intending to chase the little bugger outside. "Stay calm, Tati!"
Tatiana stayed on the table, her toes moving until they blurred; like hell she was about to get down. Shaking her head a bit as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Calm vhen gone," she yelped and then screamed out again as the mouse beelined for her. She jumped off the table and right onto the couch. Dashing over the furniture and leaping onto Jack, her legs wrapping around his waist, clinging to him. Of all the things to loose her shit over, a little mouse was grossing her the fuck out.
Of course, Jack could've just found somewhere to set Tatiana down, and then deal with the mouse. However, he held her tightly with his arms, watching as the little thing ran around the house. Pausing for a moment, Jack shrugged slightly. They were both fully dressed. Now was as good a time as ever to go take that tour. "You win foh now, my whiskahed friend," Jack said to the mouse, his voice stern. Carrying Tatiana out of Building F, he shut the door, and crouched down so she could unwrap herself. "Why don't we look ahound the place for a bit?"
Refusing to let go Tatiana shook her head and pointed back towards the house. "Mouse vatching," she said, she knew she was acting like a fool but she didn't care. The thing made her skin crawl. Holding on tighter she rested her chin on his shoulder and kept pointing back inside the house. She would leave it in a little while but not right when the little fucker could come scampering right back up the front porch at any second.
Jack nodded a bit. It seemed he'd have to get rid of the mouse now, at any rate. Biting his lip a bit, he mulled over his options. Opening up the door, he kept a strong hold on Tatiana, and glanced around for the mouse. "Come on, you son of a bitch!" Jack called out, attempting to taunt the mouse out of hiding as he'd done many criminals in the past. Stamping his feet a bit on the floor, he expected the thing to go scurrying in or out of hiding. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard of a thing to catch.
The mouse was listening, he was watching and waiting. When Jack stamped her foot on the ground it came scurrying out, running right up the mans leg and into Tatiana's hair. She flipped, freaking right the fuck out as she pushed off Jack and landed on her rear-end as she flung around trying to get it out of her hair and off her her. "Get it out, get it out!!!" she yelled, the mouse peaking his little head out from here in and there from within the crimson mass of Tatiana's damp locks.
Blinking for a moment, Jack stared at the scene that unfolded. In a world ravaged by the undead, it was comical, almost. Attempting to avoid Tatiana's flailing limbs but getting a swift kick to the face, Jack reached into the nest of hair, and grabbed the squealing mouse. "Hold....Oh, fohget about it," Jack said, as he removed the mouse from her hair. The only issue, of course, was that one of his hands was still healing from the glass wounds earlier. Otherwise, he would've had a tighter grip on the thing.
Soon as the felt the little bugger removed from her hair she slid back against the floor and jumped back onto the table. "Sorry! Sorry!" she exclaimed about kicking him but she wasn't going to kiss it better until that mouse was out of sight and she got rid of the creepy crawlies. The mouse just sat in Jacks hand, looking up at him before it jumped out and scampered out the door, down the porch, and then across the street before it went out of sight.
Jack shook his head. "Don't wohhy 'bout it," he explained, rubbing his cheek slightly. He'd been shot at in the past, an accidental kick from Tatiana wasn't going to phase him. It hardly even hurt after rubbing it a bit, and thankfully, the mouse shot outside of the house. Still, Jack couldn't deny he now was intrigued with exploring the rest of Newnan. "Little rascal's gone...Wanna keep playin' or go explohaing?"
Once she was sure the mouse was gone Tatiana hopped down from the table and rushed over to Jack, cupping his face gently in her fingers and being careful not to touch where she had kicked him. She looked torn apart that she had kicked him, leaning up she kissed the spot as softly as she could. "Vhatever you vant," she said as she pulled back and looked up at him, she felt horrible.
"Really, I'm fine," Jack reassured her, bopping his nose lightly against hers. "Hahdly touched me," Jack confessed, smoothing Tatiana's hair out gently. It had gotten a wee bit messy with the mouse fiasco, but she still looked beautiful. "Why don't we go take a look at this faih city?" Jack suggested, tickling Tatiana's sides lightly, his tongue poking out between his teeth slightly as he grinned.
Taking his word for it that he was alright, Tatiana leaned in and hugged him tightly before looking over at the mess she had made of their game. Holding a finger up she rushed over and started to clean up the game, moving the pieces, money, and the rest into the box before closing it up and resting it back on the table. It was their home now and she wasn't about to leave it trashed because she had flipped her lid. Turning she skipped back over to him and slipped her arm through the crook of his. "Ready vhen you are."
Feeling a bit sheepish for not making it over in time to help clean up the game, Jack pulled Tatiana close to him, as they headed outside. If he recalled correctly, the Mess Hall was just across from them. There'd probably be someone in there willing to give them a look around, provided no mice were ravaging the place. "Watch out for mice," Jack teased slightly. "Dangahous things."
Tatiana looked down and bit her bottom lip. She felt bad for kicking him and freaking out but she couldn't help it. The things just gave her the creeps and when it was in her hair she would have rather been covered in Walker guts. Sighing slightly she could only nod, the timidness in her already coming out because they were back out in public but more so now because he was teasing her. She didn't say anything though, she knew he was joking but it still made her fragile self feel very self-conscious.
Jack's face fell slightly, realizing his mistake. He knew that look on her face. Mentally kicking himself far harder than Tatiana actually kicked him, he glanced around the streets. There didn't seem to be too many people--infinitely more, though, than when the two of them had been by themselves. "I, uh, I shouldn't have said that," Jack apologized. Wrapping his arm around her, Jack walked slowly across the street with Tatiana, headed for the Mess Hall.
Glancing up she nodded slightly before resting her head on his shoulder as they walked towards the Mess Hall. Ashton had told them to speak to Miss Sally if they needed anything, she figured the old woman could at least point them in the right direction. Biting her bottom lip she looked around as they walked in and then over to Jack. "Maybe ve can find out vhere I can dance?"
He nodded. "And you can do the Nutcrakah," Jack replied, remembering the first time they talked about her dancing. He was awful at remembering the names of the ballets she told him about, but that one stuck. It likely helped that it was famous. Opening the door of the Mess Hall, he opened it for Tatiana, feeling the whoosh of the Air Conditioning hit them. "Aftah you, m'lady."
Dorothy Pender
Location: The Cargo Bay
Dorothy kept her focus on Patience's men, frowning when she spotted the snake, perhaps a split second before the horse did. About to make some sort of remark about the bravery of their men, she blinked, hearing the shot go off, and a bullet strike Anisa. Bullets began to fly from all around, and her heart clenched as she saw Daphne firing a good number of them.
"Mei-mei, this is wei shan!" Dorothy exclaimed, firing rounds at Brutus. Cut off the head and the body will flounder, so they say. But to Dorothy, she was more focused on Brutus being the one, as far as she could tell, to wound the Captain. "No need for you to g’en ho tze bi dio se," Dorothy added, speaking to her sister, yet not taking her eyes off of the bastards in front of her. She couldn't help but aim around the horse, hoping that the steed would cause some complications for Patience's men. A freaked horse could tend to do that.
Taking a brief moment to glance over at the Captain, she made a mental note of the injury. A thigh wound may not have been fun, but the Captain should live. As long as it hadn't hit anything too crucial, the Captain would be able to wait for medical treatment until after the fight. It hadn't even occurred to Dorothy that she perhaps should have remained behind, in order to keep Patience's men from killing the medical personnel of the crew.
However, the thought almost amused her. Without her, there wouldn't be anyone to help or save the crew--no matter what the Preacher's book said about the healing power of words. It was a testament to the need for actual and proven skills.
@sakurasan One day extension granted. :) In the future, please give me a heads up sooner
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The sun's started to set, and already, we've lost a few more to our number. Lady Luck doesn't seem to have been too kind to these characters, and perhaps, they'll find life again in some other story. But for now, that is not the case. Read on, clutch your characters tightly, and prepare to say goodbye to those who fell!
@Pundii: Liam doesn't get an answer from god and it seems the angel doesn't feel like showing as well. Too bad, that. However, in his internet searching, he stumbles upon a website that appears to be run by an organization of supernatural hunters. There's a page that lists hunters they recommend, including basic contact information. The most promising one is Aloise Zamora. Perhaps calling in an expert would help? Darren Andrews is also listed on the page, but his contact information is out of date. Sorry, pal.
@Witch Cat: It doesn't look like Sylvia is going to get much sleep. Her spirit guide isn't having any of it. Just as she gets comfortable, the lights in the room intensify to a headache-inducing glare, and the blankets are thrown off of her. Her pillows are tugged away, and the room becomes an icy cold. Guess it must be something important...right?
@Nallore: LLA must want you to have nightmares tonight! While you're scanning through the footage, you notice something a little odd. Right around when the earthquake occurred, this image appears. Of course, no one had seen it when the event happened, but that can't just be a camera glitch, right? Hope you can sleep soundly tonight...
@Witch Cat: I have to admit, I was a bit disappointed with this outcome as well. Daniyal's scrying works, but it seems that Mephistopheles is onto him. Rather than showing Daniyal his minions, the other four demons are faceless. Mephistopheles winks a bit at Daniyal, waving at him even, through the blood. "My, my, my! Seems we have a spy!" the demon chuckles. Daniyal may be able to make out where they are: it's one of the houses on Grant road.
Cecily Ashworth
Location: Altsoba Police Station
Interacting With: Scarlet Warrington @Sohtem, Danica Graves @Lady Amalthea
Taking a deep breath in, Cecily closed her eyes. She knew that she was fairly young and that it wasn't normal for forensics techs to temporarily man the station, but she figured the files everywhere would tip Scarlet off. And from the impatient glances of Danica, she could already tell that this would not be a fun conversation to have.
"I'm in charge for the moment," Cecily explained. "Batman, the sheriff, is still at the crime scene. That means you get to deal with Robin, the head of the forensics department." Forcing a bit of a smile, Cecily knew that Scarlet would likely have more questions for her. She held out her hand for Scarlet's badge, as well as the needed documentation that the CIA would have had to fill out in order to gain access to the evidence. "Badge and forms, please," Cecily said sweetly.
Her smile vanished when she heard Danica open her mouth. Could she not see how much work Cecily was doing? Taking in a deep breath, Cecily attempted to go back to her zen filled mental palace, one where nothing bothered her, and she just focused on her work. It was the method to her madness. Instead, she was treated to an even further verbal lashing. She couldn't have been more tempted to tell Danica that Hanson had died, or in fact, the ignore the woman completely.
"I'll get the Suicide Squad right on that," Cecily quipped. "They'll help you find Detective Hanson. Would you like me to call Amanda Waller for you? Get you a coffee or something? I'd be more than happy to get off my ass and do these errands for you, and let the evidence remain unprocessed and unanalyzed." She did, however, accept the notes and piece of paper from Danica, adding it to the pile of reports and tips that needed to be sorted and attended to. For what it was worth, she put it on top. It'd be seen to next, as soon as she finished isolating the identity of the compound found on Vivian Adder's corpse.
Detective Hanson
Location: Altsoba Methodist
Interacting With: Amy Chang @Lady Amalthea, Jessica Sorreast @Sohtem
Hanson coughs a bit, his pain tolerance beginning to end. He lets out shrieks of pain with each new burn that appears on him, and as a delightful bonus, boils cover his skin as well. His body is beginning to look like the corpse of Sutton Smith, funnily enough. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to look into Jessica's eyes, in order to answer her question.
"Mountain View Cemetery," Hanson splutters, before seizing up, as more burns appeared all over his skin. Only for him, the poor detective, there didn't seem to be any sort of light at the end of the tunnel. He let out a weak chuckle at Amy's efforts, knowing very well that it was too late for his soul to be saved. He'd sold it to the devil a long time ago, been damned to hell, the entire deal.
The nurses, while a bit confused, go about Amy's requests. There are a few complications, of course. None of the peanut oil is there anymore, seems someone used it for their lunch. And the priest, last anyone heard, was over at the morgue, praying (read: sobbing) over Reverend Adder's corpse. His phone went straight to voicemail, must have been turned off. But on the bright side, one of the more competent nurses informs Amy that the baptismal bath in the chapel has been prepared, and look at this, she's even got prayer beads to go with the salt!
"Are you gonna pray over me?" Hanson asks Amy, chuckling and whimpering with each added pain. "That's sweet, that...." His voice trailed off. As much as he doubted it'd work, there always was a chance it might just. And then, as soon as he could get to the cemetery, he'd finish John Moses off the way he thought he already had.
Only this time, there'd be no doubts about it being an accident.
Jade & Howard
Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Mitsukuri Katsumi & Zachary Carpenter @BlueSky44, Darren Andrews @Pundii, Adriana Byrd, Joel Schroeder
Interacting With: Mitsukuri Katsumi & Zachary Carpenter @BlueSky44, Darren Andrews @Pundii, Adriana Byrd, Joel Schroeder
Jade shrugs slightly, glancing over at Darren. Listening to the events going on inside, she can hear a thud, as a body hit the ground. Two people are arguing--one a male, one a female. Clearing her throat slightly, Jade rapped her knuckles against the frame of the door. "Altsoba PD, open up!" Her gun at the ready, Jade entered the shop first, allowing Zachary and Darren to follow behind her. A quick gaze revealed Howard Brighton, the shop owner, standing with his hands in the air. Professor Schroeder was on the floor in a heap, and Adriana Byrd, the woman they witnessed breaking into the shop, had a gun. Spying the silencer on it, Jade grimaced a bit. No wonder they hadn't heard a gunshot, then.
"Put the gun down!" Jade exclaimed, aiming her own weapon at Adriana. Adriana kept her own weapon trained on Brighton. "I said, put the gun down!"
"I've tried that, she won't listen to reason..." Howard admitted, his arms growing weary. He'd been holding them up in the air for just a minute, but already, he was sick of it. Joel had made the mistake of not listening to the girl's demands, though Howard hardly blamed the chap. The Book of the Damned wasn't something to be given away lightly. But was it worth dying for? ...He still hadn't quite decided yet.
There was still no response. From the body already on the ground, Jade knew that she had enough for probable cause. Firing several rounds at Adriana, they all hit. A small smirk graced her face, and Jade motioned for the others to come into the shop. However, Darren had had her switch out the rounds in her chamber. She had hit Adriana with rock salt.
Adriana then, in reply, hit the trio with bullets.
The first bullet struck Darren in the arm, with the next few implanting themselves in the wall behind the trio. Zachary was fortunate, without a single round hitting him. Jade, however, found herself pulled to the ground, gasping a bit. A bullet hit near her heart, breaking up into seven pieces, and dispersing in her chest. Lifting her hand up, she felt the sticky blood of the wound, and then tossed a glance to Darren.
And in a moment, she was dead.
"Well that's unfortunate," Howard murmured, grimacing slightly. "Might even leave a stain..."
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